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kafejo
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2016-07-08
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every morning after a short drive to the coffee shop
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he ordered the exact same thing in the exact same size
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so when he decided to diverge from his norm
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and order a smoothie in a smaller size
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and the world decided then to crumble
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he couldn't help but think that it was his fault
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he couldn't help himself
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he loved the way that the barista's plump lips
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shone like a freshly washed apple and just as round
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when they moved over the sound of his order
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he sat at the little table by the window
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and sipped at the smoothie as the sky darkened
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the air tingled with lightning to come
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the injured girls whimpered with the pressure
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the barista's blood wasn't quite as red as her lips
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but as she winced and wiggled her fingers to tbe trembling ground
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they dripped a faint rusty color
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someone here's not human
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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